Kaela

As the car slowed to a stop before Berkeley High, I pulled at the door but it wouldn’t bulge.

“Mom, the door is locked,” she cried.

“Mark, unlock the door,” Mommy said to the chauffeur. He grunted something incoherent before I heard a small click.

Before Mommy could say anything else, I was out of the car, running towards the school entrance, leaving her shouts behind me.

Yesterday was the only tolerable day I had at this goddamned hell I called ...